This is a song about "Brother from another morher"

I’ll never use a rubber

I'll get in your brother,

Tamer from his trainer days, mistake salvation for another maze/

I’m stuntin’ the ferragamo, i’m running that medal pace

Of impactful things one can ask for

To my own fucking brother

Y'all niggas about to feel thisbreak out the champagne glasses and the motherfuckin' condoms

Lose your mind in the rhythm, another kingdom ill from the cycling symptoms,

The aftermath is y'allsi told ya last album, we need help cause we dying

Brother looking down from every direction, i heard the police reciting

I came back and the fuckers killed brother

We fuckin' it up this summer